Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Artist: baltimore f/ cam'ron

baltimore
cam

Charli I think they know that I'm menstrul
Let me tell 'em I'm menstrul

Verse one:

I'm don thing, donna karen
Don cornelius, don
Lunchin' down in springs
Long the ring, cars
Dirty money, give the wax to
Actin' harsh, leave 'em my back
Thug niggas using guitar
Givin' back massuage, enterouage, we on
Make you new york quicker, then john wallace
Be in your wallet
want whips, it's time on trial
Aye yo, y'all chips, then count ya stride
I made best friend to fight yo, '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, like cats behind with wife
Well then it's true, that I a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I can't cross the
Never feminine, everynight don't the six
Right in of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless
With the to shot, right through 2 and 6
kicks, uqick, that's what I'm tellin' my man
They want me on the crucifix, I held in my hand
for the plan, felony cam
Yo be bland!
R-i-p scrams yo, a of a man
And that's my analysis, till I'm laid up with blood like
my next son

(cam'ron)

Some kiss
And get dissed
Some cats go
And jump off
snitch
But a fucking bitch

niggas sniff
And some go
cats want dough
And on clicks
rich
But a fucking bitch

two: charli baltimore

What, yo
I'm into ice shit, pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
Fuck around and chicks
Spotted deserve on ice
Tight click, we come
Dumb crew, these cats unable to to
Comotose, y'all boast about holdin'
We hold's parties, and sign our pacardi
ya girl next door, beofre I was b'more
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the swiss alps, swiss cheese and swiss accounts
Sippin' swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me it
Dying kids wanna see b'more, on they list
But I put 'em there, be what you ask for
Ski up on barren face
No trace, of dna, doa
We know to make you talk
you limp, when you walk
Outline cats in white
Got fagotts askin' "who's "
Benz it, class be e, master p
Blastin' ya do dat there'
Ridin' through, niggas stare, they "who dat there? "
Is true dat
over, slower
While y'all hoes be
to see me and pd, and be like who the ebst
No shit, out the clips
Pull out the whips, put out the
Cause we put on the
And nine crackers before a cracker
So tell me how you us with guns and rappers

(cam'ron)

Some kiss
And get dissed
Some go kill
And jump off
Some
But a fucking bitch

Some sniff
And go disp
Some cats want
And come on
Some
But life's a fucking

Some niggas
And some get
Some go kill
And jump off
snitch
But life's a fucking

niggas sniff
And some go
cats want dough
And come on
Some
But life's a bitch